Julissa James

3 weeks ago | latimes.com | Julissa James

Los Angeles Nomadic Division is celebrating 15 years of championing the city’s artists, and cultural curator Anita Herrera is throwing a true Y2K L.A. quinceañera in its honor on April 26. Titled “El Quince,” the creative project, fundraiser and celebration is just the latest example of Herrera using parties as an artistic medium, which feels like a fitting way to celebrate the milestone at LAND, an organization known for realizing artists’ projects.

4 weeks ago | miamiherald.com | Julissa James

The first thrift store I remember going to as a child was called Amvets. It was a warehouse-like space that sat between the alley of an apartment complex, a trailer park and a gas station. I'd spend hours under the rows of industrial fluorescent lights playing with the plastic toys that lined the left wall, or I'd hide behind the cheap bridal gowns, hugging a bushel of taffeta until my arms stung.

1 month ago | latimes.com | Julissa James

The Fashion Trust U.S. Awards? You kind of had to be there. After the point in the ceremony when Natasha Beddingfield sang “Unwritten” at the top of her lungs, the entire room overtaken by euphoric nostalgia, moving and singing in her reflection, host Keke Palmer correctly retorted: “Why do we all go up for that song?”One: Because it’s a classic. Two: Because it’s filled with hope, pointing us to what’s next.

1 month ago | yahoo.com | Julissa James

The Fashion Trust U.S. Awards? You kind of had to be there. After the point in the ceremony when Natasha Beddingfield sang “Unwritten” at the top of her lungs, the entire room overtaken by euphoric nostalgia, moving and singing in her reflection, host Keke Palmer correctly retorted: “Why do we all go up for that song?”One: Because it’s a classic. Two: Because it’s filled with hope, pointing us to what’s next.

1 month ago | latimes.com | Julissa James

The first thrift store I remember going to as a child was called Amvets. It was a warehouse-like space that sat between the alley of an apartment complex, a trailer park and a gas station. I’d spend hours under the rows of industrial fluorescent lights playing with the plastic toys that lined the left wall, or I’d hide behind the cheap bridal gowns, hugging a bushel of taffeta until my arms stung.